Saint of the Confucian way

Yi Zhishi didn't answer. He stretched out his white fingers, picked up the teapot, slowly poured a cup of tea for himself, and then held the cup between his fingers and sent it to his lips.

The woman in the distance was fascinated by the elegant action of Yi Zhishi, but Fang Yun said in her heart, I have used that teapot.

Qingjun smiled and said: "Mr. Zhishi, you are well-educated and talented. You must have a unique insight. We all want your advice before Wenbi. After all... I have a private gambling agreement with Gu Jun. I think Zhang Mingzhou can win, and Gu Jun thinks Fang Xusheng can win. I have to listen to your opinion so that I can see how to stop the gambling agreement before Wenbi. After all, I can't refuse to admit defeat like a family in Jingguo Account! "

Chen Sheng aristocratic family was ashamed and angry, but the head of the family, Chen Mingding, lowered his eyes and didn't seem to hear Qing Jun's words.

In the quiet place of millions of people, there was only the sound of the river lapping on the bank.

After a few breaths, Yi Zhishi put down his tea cup, raised his head and looked at Fang Yun above the city wall and under the bright moon.

"Fang Xusheng should be the first of the four talents."

The voice of Yi Zhishi is as gentle as jade and very beautiful. It is clearly spring thunder on the tongue, but it is like the spring wind blowing through everyone's ears.

All the faces of Qingguo changed greatly, and even Zong Ganyu's eyes flashed a ray of light.

However, Yi Zhishi said the second sentence.

"Zhang Mingzhou has a better chance of winning this time than Wen." Yi Zhishi said and continued to taste tea by himself.

The crowd was stunned. Some people thought that if the speaker was not Yi Zhishi, he really wanted to say that it was farting. What is it? I don't know what to say.

However, many readers are savoring it.

Not long ago, they whispered everywhere.

Yan Yukong nodded gently and said, "it's worthy of being a literary giant. These two words don't offend people, but they offend both of them. It's difficult to say, but in fact, it's not difficult according to my heart."

"The key is that these words have different understandings from different angles. For example, in the first sentence, I think he said that there is a mistake in the selection of the four talents, and Fang Yun should be the first of the four talents. However, Qingguo people may think that Yi Zhishi means that Fang Yun is an empty saint and has a high position, so he can be the four talents. As for the second sentence, we think Yi Zhishi means, Lei Jiazong, Jia Qingguo and others have used so many means to attack Fang Yun. Even the iron beaters will be affected. In addition, Zhang Longxiang will definitely win. But in the eyes of Qingguo people, Yi Zhishi means that Zhang Mingzhou has surpassed Fang Yun in poetry. "Li Fanming said.

Yan Yukong shook his head gently and said, "no, I don't think Mr. Zhishi has two meanings. I think Mr. Zhishi didn't hide, or even praise or criticize too much. He just described the two facts you and I think."

"Each has his own opinion. But in any case, this sentence will have a bad impact on the other party's luck."

Yan Yu was stunned and nodded silently.

The center of this meeting is Wenbi. No matter what the first sentence means, the second sentence of Yi Zhishi can explain everything.

Many Qingguo people cheered loudly.

"Zhang Longxiang Wansheng!"

"Zhang Mingzhou Wen presses Xiangzhou!"

"Zhang Taifu is better than others!"

The people in Qingguo were very excited. The action of literary tycoon Yi Zhishi was like a final blow, which could hit Fang Yun better than the Lei family's mourning before.

The people of Jingguo know that Yi Zhishi has a good point, but now Zhang Longxiang is already the grand Fu of Qingguo. Anyway, they don't want Zhang Longxiang to win.

Zong Ganyu laughed and said, "a word from a literary hero is worth ten thousand gold! He is worthy of being the first person under the semi saint. This literary meeting can be concluded."

Many people look at Zong Ganyu showing disgust. Zong Ganyu has been praising Yi Zhishi as the first person and the person with the highest status. It is obvious that he is constantly disgusting Fang Yun. After all, Fang Yun and Yi Zhishi should be equal.

Qingjun was more happy and said, "there is no doubt that Zhang Taifu will win this cultural conference! No matter how vicious someone slanders our Qingguo people, the loser is the loser, and our Qingguo is the final winner!"

Zong Wuyuan only felt elated and said in a loud voice, "when Wen Bi is over, I will worship Zhang Mingzhou as my teacher and learn the way of poetry from him! This is a great opportunity for Qingguo scholars. Don't miss it."

Those Qingguo scholars suddenly became interested. It's a good thing to improve their literary name to be the first disciple of the four talents.

Gu nanhuai, the Minister of the Ministry of officials of the Qing Dynasty, smiled and said, "now, I don't know who is going to bark at the snow. I don't know who is poor!"

"The ancient book of history says well!"

"After Wenbi finished, let's laugh at the empty saint!"

"Well, if Fang Xusheng doesn't speak, we'll shout 'Jing donkey's skill is poor'. If Fang Xusheng speaks, we'll shout 'Jing dog barks at Snow'! How about it?"

"Good idea! At that time, everyone must shout in unison. Those who can crack spring thunder will crack spring thunder, so that scholars all over the world can see the prestige of our country!"

"Qingguo, Wansheng!"

"Qingguo, Wansheng!"

The place where Qingguo scholars are is boiling.

Yi Zhishi has been drinking tea.

Fang Yun smiled. Instead of looking down, he looked into the distance.

Although it is late at night, the full moon and Wenqu stars are particularly bright, and the silver light sprinkles on the water waves, making the endless Yangtze River move forward like a silver dragon, dividing the earth and crossing the world.

Fang Yun took a deep breath, as if the world were under his breath.

Then Fang Yun looked at the portrait of Lei chongmo and smiled.

It's time to finish.

At this time, Zong Ganyu's tongue burst with spring thunder and said with a smile, "Zhang Mingzhou, please show up. Even literary giants and clothes know the world are optimistic about you. This time, the dust has settled!"

Lei Tingzhen said, "Zhang Mingzhou, I have always admired your literary name. Today's Wenbi, if you can win and win the literary competition, you can help me wash away the disgrace of the Lei family and make the crime of slaughtering the great scholar of the human race lose his humanistic name! After today, I am willing to propose marriage to the Dragon Palace and let you marry the princess of the dragon family!"

There was an uproar. The Dragon Princess should be a human race with dragon blood. Even if it is not a real dragon, since she was granted the title of Princess by the Dragon Palace, she will certainly receive countless rewards.

Moreover, the dragon family has a custom that once the princess marries outside, she will be given a sea area. All the income in the sea belongs to the princess until her death.

Marrying a princess is tantamount to decades of exclusive rights to the sea.

Qingjun said, "the Taifu is a virtual position. If Zhang Mingzhou doesn't dislike it, the four ministers of Qingguo can be selected by you! If you like the army, the position of Grand Marshal of Qingguo is reserved for you!"

The people were amazed and envied. Qingguo is a big country, which is different from Jingguo. The left, right, auxiliary and literary ministers of Qingguo are all great Confucianism. The Grand Marshal should also be a great Confucianism. Now they are willing to give up their position for Zhang Longxiang. It can be seen how eager Qingguo is for literary pressure.

"Brother Longxiang, please show up!" Zong Ganyu smiled.

Millions of people began to look around, looking for a dragon elephant like looking for clothes to know the world.

"Don't look for it."

A broad and peaceful voice came from Yueyang Tower.

All people look to those who speak.

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